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[Sadat X]A 21 gun salute ain't nearly enoughFor some ol' shit this roughDedi, oh baby boy watch this pictureAs we escape from New York we'll see a whole lot of fictionDrug dealers wanna be rappers and rappers frontin' drugsBig williness and sillyness if ya still in that roomYou be tyin' up the knot on Ma dude on the floorTell ya I'm chillin' out here, the great X has gone doloShotgun partner D. Are., bring that thing P. Are.So we can swing P. Are., together us three we areTryin' to keep pace in the great rap raceNew York's a crazy place, my girl just caught a caseIf ya wanna feel the pleasure bring some proof and it's onMy hands now on, no higher than the wardenCame to lace up the wax with Pete and D. Are. CrewFrom the furniture and shelf to the rollin' cliffs of Dover

[Hook x2]Listen up son, niggas wanna talk the talkBut can ya walk the walk New York, New York40 guns and playas, money, s** and rhyme sayers

[Dedi]And I'm out, I'm reachin' for the bigger and the betterMore advanced to the letter, type excessive with the pressureEscapin' like some brothers with triple lifeAwol, on the run from the man I gotta planFor real though, I wanna get this dough on the strip yoThe next plateau, movin' up young fuck a hoAnd take it slow cause that's the only way to flowI rock a show and it's back to the rest soStay out of my zone cause I'm stressin' effectsSeekin' stacks of those plaquesAnd the bommin' twenty sacksRelax maybe when I'm lewd and lampoonedIn my mansion dirty dancin' like Ace and Buchanan, jammin'Totally the opposite of famineToday's slammin' and you know I got to have the cannonFor all those that talk the talkBut can ya walk the walkEscape from New York

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[Sadat X]Ah hell the great X has turned to kingLet the caged birds singAnd let the gauge take the stageLife's a hard hump for the average manEspecially cause my skin's much darker than tanGot damn, Uncle Sam you was in the gramNow ya wanna front and act like you don't know about the famBut I know what cha' doin' to me, ya can't winEscape from New York don't bring ya ass back again

[Dedi]So here we are, the X man, P. Are. And the baby PaulOn the premises, mission is to finish thisThe bonafide buggin' mic muggin' steady buggin'Breakin' backs with stacks and no fearSolid like stone and the family's slyBuy and sell, live well and make bailThe single pop, hip-hop or mingle lifeJust for the sport, escape from New York